WE MAKE MEMORIES
The air smelled of popcorn and the sun was a giant red ball on the horizon. The midway was packed with people, as it is every Sunday, the last night of the show.
All of the rides had just lit up as the sun would set in another twenty minutes. The lights would keep the midway as bright as mid-day. I was working my way through the crowd, on the way back to the skydiver, careful not to spill the four cups of coffee I was bringing back for me and my crew. The carnival would close in another four hours for the last time in this town. This is slough night, the busiest night of…
